EACH step a decade
each sight a century
inside my machinery
i watch the world
go by | bye
all i ever knew
into a stew
of light and
dizzyingly time
lessly struggles
i see a snail trace
as bolt of lightning!
a fetus flowered into
an elder
and the sun grew blue
as the skies melted –too
and some THING moved
not of flesh or born
by birth –>a new
someWHAT-thing beyond
imagination
as the clock ticked-
tocked a year of
255093 AD says the
last human!
:: 08-01-2015 ::
so dark and dead
so dark and dead
so dark and dead
hate me for me
hate me rate me
rape me again
like me lick me
tell me again
i’m your friend
save me save me
save me once again
like i’m your friend
oh here we go again
i’m not like anyone
you loved before
yea, i’m the only one
yea i’m the only one
with wormS eyes
writhe amor(‘Through through
our hearts hugely squirm
roots)us
ly;through
so love me but hate me
kiss my head again
like a sex pope with
vaginally respected hope
so dark and dead ~
and the stars melt across
all words ever written
the sun a yoke in the center
of humanity’s joke!
:: 07-31-2015 ::
my HEART believes in shades
of cool nights beneath
the love of autumn’s breath
my soul is as when i am
laying aside my skin
and take each step towards
the heaven of belief;
so softly
so highly
so vulnerably
me –and sadness
as ants upon the leaning
door the storms have come
and my belief risen above
through each step towards
the heaven of belief.
:: 07-27-2015 ::
Besides the morning, laying beside
carved within you a grand mouth
of the mourning speaking-Sun
beams brilliantly singing
how she prepared this day;
(sentiments are nice)
“The dead, but loved,”
are sputtering in the fields
as fireflies, the sunlit-bowl!
i could only reply, “to speak
of that age of skyfilled Sprites
and when fog was dragon’s breath!”
And are the rivers still bleeding?
Last fall’s snow still remains
as so many things within the air,
still; wishes, dreams, kisses,
and entirely collapsed spirits.
:: 07-27-2015 ::
JUST as he is to rise
life erupts!
all reflection of
no connection to
his self and it’s
a face of drowning
–say a prayer for
all the people
who care about life.
And the firm touch
of a bang-device that
says, “let’s take a ride”
and God knows the devil smiles
obfuscated sadness
and politics wet
for the prick of mass media
and all men and women scream,
“i skinned the eel
by it’s noctural
smile and something
is fishy!” What of this little boy?
who has lost his voice;
the world is a killer
and our children follow
it’s ways! So burn.
:: 07-25-2015 ::
don’t cry
my baby don’t cry
when, like the stars
shine i want to see
your eyes bright
so, like i never meant
to be so mean my baby
so don’t you cry
the evening’s too young
and when you dry your eyes
we can be sweet like you
know –know i gave you me
once again i’ll stop the stars
just to have your heart again
so so so don’t cry
my baby don’t you cry
just take me, i felt you \\
like steps trailing down
onto the shores of romance
into a rock garden of
heart-shaped rocks
whose stones are figural
and knows me
so come on my sweet woman
let’s be as one again
:: 07-25-2015 ::
ah, she’s in a sun-dress mood
all yellow with flowers
so blue and oh it’s so good
she has an apple-eye
strawberry mouth
singing how the sun
came on down to kiss her
and now
wow!
Ah, it feels so good
and how wishes are
like the wind and
whispers in my ear:
“you’re a lucky
heart to have her”
AH! It’s so good to
see her in a sun-dress mood!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
THEY all become my pets
it’s getting worse
when i realized my
pain was hanging by
a thread behind
the walls across the yard
the finest day i ever had
inside a deep pit
where drops of tears
hang in the air
that hummingbirds lick
and the sun burns away
somewhat like my life
and there’s something
in the wind i cannot see
but feel like the hope
beneath my skin that crawls:
it asks: do you love yourself?
and i have no words to explain
so i won’t complain
they’re all my pets
:: 07-25-2015 ::
LIFE! as my prince,
as leaves
in morning dew
brightly aglow
or no ?
as my prince
as leaves
upon the ground
all greens
dark and dull?
then Over-death
by sudden memory
hope tugging string
attached to sun
whose horizon
–too tall!
as leaves my prince
in morning dew
and all greens
so dark and dull
as my prince leaves
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 
DREAMING OF THE CRASH
i always have a dry mouth
i speak in my dreams and
breath air in hope
when i am a sleep
asleep
dreaming
then the sun awakens me
like a simmering yoke
and i think, smiling;
i’m the bacon and my
blood the orange juice
it really is a solitary
moment: no one else is
here when i awaken
but my dreams follow me
in the short mornings
me stumbling for eye drops
and bc powder and socks
being human means i have
skin and flesh so i have
to make do with it
more busy awaken as meat
then being light. well,
i mean, being me.
so someone says i like your
poetry but it means nothing.
i think if someone said
‘you are nothing but speak
with words — who are you?’
would be delightful.
i’m striving for
ambiguity and nonsense.
and i dream of the crash!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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